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"Here you go, kid," said Rocket, tossing his gun to the young assistant from the prop department. It was quite oversized for the raccoon but didn't look quite as outrageous with the larger male holding it.

The dog was looking at him in that way so many new to the industry looked at stars, a combination of admiration, awe, and if the bulge in the dog's pants was anything to go by, attraction. He hurried off to gather the rest of the props, and Rocket didn't try to hide it as his eyes lingered on his rump as he left. Damn, that boy had a fine ass. Rocket smirked to himself as he imagine how good it would feel around his cock. He had no doubt all it would take was a word to have the dog panting for him.

Something to look forward to on another day. Tonight though... tonight he had other plans.

The rest of the cast was still hanging around the set, but Rocket didn't bother with it, weaving his way through all the crew scurrying around the place before heading back to the wardrobe department. He stripped out of his costume, and hung it up for the costume staff to deal with later before getting dressed. The outfit for this movie was rather form-fitting, but Rocket didn't mind, and his fans certainly weren't complaining. It showed of his fit body quite well, especially the rather impressive bulge in front, which seemed to have gotten quite a bit of attention online when the first film in the series had dropped. Though not anywhere near as much as the guy he was meeting.

Moving out of wardrobe and pulling his jacket on, Rocket started down the backlot, crew hurrying past in all directions, along with spotting some of the occasional talent. The raccoon no longer got star-struck spotting some of the biggest names in the industry, but he remembered how he'd been when he'd first started. Not that he really had to imagine; just looking around at some of the younger crew or interns on the backlot, Rocket could easily spot the ones that were still new. Still in that period where you're trying to be professional because working with these people is your job, while at the same time being so close to all the hunks and hotties they'd been seeing on the big screen for years. It was pretty entertaining watching them trying to keep their composure when their celebrity crush walked by, or asked them for something on set.

Though in Rocket's opinion, as fun as it was to watch them try to keep that facade of professionalism in place, it was so much better watching it fall away when you managed to get them to come home with you. Rocket had a bit of a reputation for taking the new hires home sooner or later; he'd worked his way through the entire batch of interns and assistants on his last film, and was partway through the crew for his current project.

He'd hand an especially fun time last weekend when he'd taken one of the interns working with the production assistants back to his place for the night. Rocket could feel his sheath swelling as he thought about how much he'd made that husky moan. He couldn't have been more than a couple months beyond is twenty-first birthday, and that youthful energy had served him well. Rocket had quite the appetite when it came to sex, and not everyone could keep up with him. More often than not he left his partners in a panting -- but very satisfied -- heap when he'd finished having his way with them, and the dog had been no exception.

Surprisingly, it wasn't that the husky hadn't been interested; he'd been staring at Rocket since basically the minute the raccoon had appeared on set. At first, it was more shock that Rocket had even noticed the husky in the first place. But that reaction was nothing compared to figuring out that the raccoon was interested in getting into the dog's pants.

Rocket was very clear when it came to sex. He wasn't looking for a relationship. He wanted to have a good time and he wanted to have them as often as possible. And in his experience it was rare for any of the crew to say no to something like that when the right person offered. Ethan -- the husky with the bright blue eyes and super cute butt -- hadn't needed much convincing. Especially after he came through wardrobe one day and saw the raccoon in nothing but his fur. Rocket hadn't done any skin flicks, and the brief scenes he'd done with more exposure hadn't let the audiences get a good look at what they really wanted to see.

Well, Ethan got a very good look that day, and that night he was able to get even more up close and personal with his favorite actor's sexy body. And Rocket had taken great pleasure in the happy moans the husky made while the raccoon had him choking on his cock, fucking the dog's face before doing the same to his ass, driving him to several handsfree orgasms before Rocket was done. It had left the dog an absolute mess, but he hadn't seemed to mind, even if he was still walking a little gingerly when Rocket saw him a couple days later.

Luckily, tonight's entertainment wouldn't have that probably.

Walking into the next set he came to, Rocket's ears folded back for a few seconds as music blasted through the door, taking a moment to adjust before heading inside. He'd timed it perfectly, because as he rounded a corner and the main set came into few, he got to catch the last bits of Darren's dance number.

Rocket stayed off to the side, the shadows cast by the stage lights covering it as he adjusted himself to make his pants a little more comfortable. But really, how else was a guy supposed to react to a spectacle like this. Completely ignoring the woman dancing at center stage, Rocket's eyes were much more focused on her backup dancers, especially Darren. That's not to say she wasn't attractive -- she was -- but really, having four nearly naked and very sexy tiger guys shaking their asses around you kind of drew the attention away from her and right to the tight, tiny shorts the tigers were wearing. Purple and sparkling, slits in the legs revealed the stripped fur underneath, and as he watched it was very obvious to Rocket that none of them were wearing anything underneath. He'd have been able to tell that even if he hadn't personally peeled them off Darren with his teeth; they were far too tight for them to be filled with anything but tiger, which he knew the people who came to see the movie would appreciate just as much as he did.

When they were finally finished shooting and the main lights came back up, Rocket moved forward and was quickly spotted by Darren, who walked over to meet him. Rocket growled a bit in his throat, fighting not to adjust himself again as he watched the tiger move. Darren knew exactly what he was doing. Using that innate grace that all felines seemed to have, the tiger was putting an alluring sway in his step as he walked, the tight shorts highlighting the curve of his hips, and that well-defined V drawing Rocket's eyes right to the big bulge in the other man's shorts.

When he got close enough, Darren knelt down and gave Rocket a quick kiss, standing back up and heading towards wardrobe while the raccoon followed him.

"Didn't think you'd be finished by now," said Darren, helping himself to a bottle of water from one of the stagehands. "Weren't you shooting one of the action scenes today?"

"Yeah, we were," said Rocket. "We're ahead of schedule though, so the director called it quits early. It was a crazy day for everybody, we could use the break."

"Not too tired for tonight, I hope," said Darren, looking down at the raccoon and raising an eyebrow.

"Not fucking likely," laughed Rocket, giving the tiger a playfully slap on the rear that made him yelp, before he continued fondling him through the back of his shorts, his fingers just short of the base of the tiger's tail. "I'm never too tired for some of that beautiful ass of yours. How about you? All that dancing didn't wear you out?"

Darren looked at him again, a sultry, almost hungry look.

"Please, you know me. I could dance all night long and be ready for more. Thought that was one of the reasons you liked me," he added, purring. "Not many other guys around here can keep up with your stamina."

"Or girls for that matter," said Rocket, smirking. If there was one thing he prided himself on when it came to sex -- besides always leaving his partners very, very satisfied -- it was his staying power. "Tell you what. Once filming wraps, you'll just have to bring the rest of your boys over to my place for some fun. Maybe if all four of you work together you could actually wear me out."

"Are you sure you're not just saying that because you want to watch a feline foursome?"

"Oh, I definitely want to watch that," replied Rocket. "I know how you guys fool around after hours, and I want in."

Darren laughed. "You sound just like Nick."

"Hey, that fox has good taste."

"Well, just let me go and get changed and we can head out," said Darren. "I'm dying for some dinner."

As he started to walk away, Rocket hook a couple fingers in the waistband of Darren's shorts, pulling the tiger back towards him.

"Keep 'em on."

Darren chuckled. "You know Cecile doesn't like us taking the outfits off the lot."

"Who the fuck cares? You look sexy as hell. Besides, didn't hear her complaining when that fox asked to borrow his shirt and tie."

The tiger rolled his eyes. "Yeah, because he filmed it and let her watch."

"Keep 'em on now, so I can take them off of you later," said Rocket. "And I'll show you how much I enjoy this look on you."

Darren chuffed warmly at that, the glitter in his fur catching the light and making him sparkle. "You got it."

As he watched Darren walk into wardrobe to get dressed, Rocket licked his lips, watching the tiger's swaying ass as he walked away. He was gonna climb that tall fucker like a tree.

Rocket didn't have to wait long before Darren emerged from wardrobe, slipping a dark jacket on over his t-shirt. Pulling the hem up slightly, the tiger pulled on his jeans just enough to prove to Rocket he was still wearing his shorts, getting a pleased murr from the raccoon as they made their way outside.

As eager as he was to get the tiger home and tear his clothes off, they'd both had a long day, and until their stomachs stopped growling they wouldn't be able to properly enjoy themselves. Thankfully in this city there were so many celebrities it shouldn't cause a big stir for them to stop off somewhere for something to eat.

Neither of them had the patience for a drawn out meal in one of the many posh restaurants that lined so many of the city streets, not when they had other appetites that were in desperate need of satisfaction. But they did have time to stop at a local dive Rocket frequented when he wanted a quick bite. Or in this case, to have the added benefit of watching the tiger across from him squirm in his seat as he watched the raccoon fit an impressive amount of the hotdog he was eating in his mouth all at once, giving Darren a look as he did so that made it clear Rocket was picturing having something else in his muzzle at that moment. Something they were both looking forward to in the very near future.

Which is why, once they were finished, the drove back to Rocket's place as fast as the law would allow -- or perhaps just a bit faster than that -- and once the door was closed the two men practically tackled each other, kissing deeply as they started working each other's clothes off as quickly as possible. At least, until Darren was done to just the tight, shining shorts he'd been wearing on set. Things slowed down a bit after that.

Rocket kissed his way down Darren's chest and stomach, his hands squeezing the tiger's bulge as soon as he was able to reach it. Rocket pushed Darren back up onto his feet from where he'd been kneeling on the floor, grabbing the front of his shorts and slowly peeling them down until his package popped free. Rocket pull them down just enough to rest under the tiger's big balls, which he happily took into his muzzle one at a time, licking and nibbling and sucking at the white-furred sac while he watched Darren's penis slide from his sheath, seven inches of bright pink tiger cock standing proudly above the raccoon's muzzle.

Darren couldn't resist the use to rest a large hand on Rocket's head as the shorter male moved up and started working on his cock. The moment the tiger's balls were out of his mouth, Rocket extended his tongue and gave the hot length a long lick from the base to the tip. By the time he reached the head of Darren's cock, a large bead of precum had collected there, which Rocket happily lapped up with a flick of his tongue that brought a gasp from the horny tiger. Darren didn't have words to describe how good it felt when the raccoon's mouth wrapped around the head of his dick, attacking it with his tongue before swallowing him to the root, moaning as the taste of tiger cock filled his muzzle.

Fuck, that was such an amazing sight, the way Rocket's cheeks bulged out as he stuff inch after inch of Darren's dick into his muzzle. Rocket had made a good tight seal around his dick before pulling pack and starting to bob his head, happily drinking down all the precum leaking heavily from the tiger's dick as his pleasure started to grow. Darren had to fight from letting his head fall back in pleasure; it was far too enjoyable watching the raccoon sucking his cock to let himself look away.

God damn that tiger's dick tasted incredible. Rocket had no shortage of partners when it came to sex, but Darren was hands down probably the best tasting male he'd ever been with. The raccoon would have quite enjoyed just spending the night nursing on his friend's dick, but he had bigger plans in mind. But that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy this first.

The tiger was already moaning and rubbing at the back of Rocket's head, but that gave way to cries of bliss and surprise when Rocket pushed himself down until the tiger's sheath was pressed against his lips, the feline thick length bulging the raccoon's throat as Rocket gulped around him, showing of his mastery of his gag reflex and massaging Darren's penis with the muscles in his throat.

Apparently that feeling was too much for the tiger to resist. Both hands grabbed Rocket's head with a growl, and he started humping, fucking the raccoon's face hard and fast. Rocket was all too happy to let him, one hand reaching up to fondle the tiger's swinging balls while the other dropped to the raccoon's own erection, slowly stroking himself and spreading his own precum along the length of his cock.

Once he started fucking Rocket's face, it didn't take very long for Darren to reach his limit, throwing his head back and roaring loudly as he came. He quickly looked down past his heaving chest to watch Rocket swallow his load, even the raccoon's impressive oral skills unable to keep up with the sheer volume the tiger was feeding him. The overflow spilled out to run down his chin, matting the fur on his face. Not that Rocket seemed to mind. If anything it just turned him on more, shoving his face fully into the tiger's crotch and gulping down the rest of his load until he'd completely drained Darren's balls.

When he finally pulled back, Rocket squeezed the tiger's dick firmly, pulling his hand right along with his muzzle, making sure he'd milked every last drop from his orange-furred friend. As soon as the raccoon released his dick, Darren fell to his knees, panting heavily at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him, his eyes locked firmly on the raccoon's pulsing pink erection. It was smaller than his own, but for someone his size Rocket was quite gifted, and Darren knew from personal experience how well his friend knew how to use his cock to pleasure a man, not matter what his size.

Much as they both knew Rocket was about to do now.

A playful shove from the raccoon had the tiger sprawling onto his back, purring happily as Rocket grabbed Darren's shorts and pulled them off, leaving the tiger as naked as he was. As soon as he was free of his shorts, Rocket pushed Darren's legs apart, licking his lips at the sight of the tiger's tight tailhole just before he dove down and buried his muzzle between Darren's legs, grinning to himself at the way the tiger moaned as the raccoon's tongue went to work.

It didn't take much to have Darren rolling his hips, trying to give Rocket more access to his backside. He was rewarded with a couple of precum and spit-slick fingers being shoved inside him, working him open. Their size difference meant he didn't need much prep for what came next, but a little never hurt. Once he was satisfied Darren was ready, Rocket gave him a pat on the hip, and the tiger eagerly rolled over, getting on his knees. Darren crossed his arms under him and let his head rest on them, his tail arching up over his back as he raised his ass, wiggling his rear enticingly at Rocket, begging the raccoon to fuck him in everything but words.

And Rocket was all too happy to oblige.

He stepped up behind the tiger, resting his hands on that perfect, muscular striped ass, spreading Darren's cheeks a little more and lining himself up, letting them both enjoy that brief moment of contact between his dripping cock and the tiger's tailhole before he thrust in. The pair of them moaned loudly as Rocket sank into the tiger's rear, steadily sinking into him until the raccoon's brown-furred balls were pressed firmly against the back of Darren's sack, the tiger's tight ass clenching down on Rocket's length as he was once again filled with the pleasantly full stretch of a cock inside him. The other dancers he worked with might be bigger than the raccoon, but Rocket's experience with partners bigger than himself meant he knew exactly how to make the big cat mewl like a kitten, and that's exactly what he did.

Rocket didn't waste any time with going slow. They were both far too turned on for him to take it easy on the tiger, even if that was what he'd wanted, which he most certainly did not. Darren didn't want a slow, gentle session. He wanted that raccoon to give him the fucking of his life and leave and ache under his tail he'd be feeling for the rest of the weekend. As Rocket started to move, he knew immediately that was exactly what he was going to get.

Rocket didn't start slow. Well, unless you counted when he pulled back until only the head of his dick was being squeezed by the warmth of the tiger's tailhole. He waited just long enough for Darren to begin pushing back, his body begging for the feeling of the other male's penis inside him, when Rocket slammed his hips forward, hilting himself inside the tiger and starting to hump away at his big, beautiful rear, moaning just as loudly as Darren was as their pleasure started to grow once again.

Darren's gorgeous body rocked with each powerful thrust Rocket made into him, pleasured chuffs and mewls forced from his mouth every time. A small shift of Rocket's hips, and the tiger's tongue flopped out of his mouth, his moaning growing even louder as the raccoon started hitting his prostate, making the big cat's toes curl. Every time Rocket hit that most pleasurable of places, Darren's ass clenched down on him tightly, bringing equally loud moans from the raccoon.

More and more precum leaked from Rocket's dick, giving him the lubrication he needed to really open up, his hips nearly a blur with the speed of his movements. Hard to resist such a tight ass around his dick. Those feelings were made even better by the sight of that tight tailhole stretching around his cock, especially when Rocket hit just the right spots inside him that made Darren's whole body shiver. There was nothing hotter to Rocket than watching another guy come undone as he fucked them, especially a when they were as big and sexy as the tiger. He made sure to give the tiger's tail the occasional tug, reminding Darren of exactly who was in charge here. If the tiger had any objections to what Rocket was doing, he hid it well behind pleasured whines and writhing that told the raccoon he was doing it right.

And if there was any doubt in the raccoon's mind about his performance -- as if -- they vanished completely when, with a loud and needy roar, Darren came, making an absolutely mess of the floor as he had a load fucked out of him without the raccoon ever touching his cock.

Rocket grunt loudly as he continued humping away at Darren's backside, finally slamming his hips home and burying himself balls deep in the tiger, grinding happily against his as he filled the big cat with his load, smirking at the feeling of their sacs jumping and jerking against each other as they came. A feeling that got even better for the raccoon when he felt his cum starting to leak out around him, matting the fur on their sacs before dripping down to join the mess Darren had made of his floor. When Rocket finally pulled out, he gave the tiger a playful parting slap on the ass, laughing when the tiger jumped slightly before moaning as Rocket gave a gentle jerk on his tail.

"Let's go, big guy. We're not done yet."

Darren sighed happily. "Oh fuck, I needed that."

"Yeah yeah, that's all good for you, but you aren't the only one that want's a good fuck tonight," said Rocket, laughing, giving the tiger another pull on his tail and heading for his bedroom, flagging his tail to the side to show off his ass for the tiger that was even now eyeing his body greedily. "Let's go to the shower so we won't make as much of a mess this time. What do you say -- HEY!"

Rocket yelped in surprise when Darren leapt to his feet and grabbed the raccoon, flipping him over and shoving his tongue into the smaller male's rear as he started walking towards the shower, his cock growing harder with every step. Rocket might be smaller than Darren, but the raccoon's bathroom was damn near palatial, and the shower was more than big enough for both of them. Stepping inside, Darren used one arm to keep Rocket pinned against him, happily feasting on the raccoon's ass while his other hand started the water, the glass-enclosed space quickly filling with steam, wet slurps and pleased moans echoing off the tiles.

Rocket soon found himself flipped right side up again, the tiger's big hands keeping his arms pinned by his sides as they wrapped around the raccoon's waist, pressing his chest up against the tiled wall as the water rained down on them. Looking back eagerly over his shoulder, Rocket raised his tail out of the way, his laughs turning to wanton moans as the tiger lined himself up and slammed his hips home, bottoming out inside the raccoon on the first thrust.

Darren didn't wait for Rocket to adjust. He knew the raccoon didn't need it, and besides, he always liked it rough. And rough was exactly what he got, the force of Darren's thrusts making Rocket's dick swinging up and slap against his stomach, the force of their balls slapping together almost hurting. The raccoon felt so very tight around Darren's dick, and he felt equally large inside Rocket, who squeezed down on him to make himself even tighter, eager to make the tiger cum. But not too quickly.

They had all night to enjoy each other's company, and Rocket wouldn't be satisfied until the tiger was so spent he couldn't see straight. Even if Darren's legs gave out, the raccoon would just roll him over and ride the tiger as long as he could. Rocket had more than enough stamina to match the tiger fucking him harder and faster with each passing second, and he was going to use every last bit of it to have a night neither of them would ever forget.